Society's Stencil

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this in... under ten minutes. No edits. That's something really rare for me, because I have a tendency to write prose so forming my ideas into poetic structure can sometimes take a while.
However, I realize it has a more simplistic, less dramatic style than a lot of poetry.
I'll LOVE it if you comment, even though this piece may not be the most exciting. Your thoughts and interpretations would make me SO happy.
I'll shut up now.

Submitted: November 26, 2011

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Submitted: November 26, 2011




Don’t think we all

Can’t see

You’ve squeezed yourself

Into a plastic mold.

We know

You know you’re

Precisely like the rest.

You see us

Lurking in the corners,

Whispering gossip

In our secret codes –

Once you heard us

And understood, but

When blind confidence

Became awareness,

Those parts of you


We know you’re in there,


The part of you

That’s just like us,

The piece that’s you,

And not the

Shapeless, magnetic blob

You’ve been drawn to.

You’ve watched the way

They all emerge

From identical coffins

Like mannequins

In many-hued masks.

Adoring fans watch, cheer,

And oh-so-slyly duplicate.

Someday you’ll lure in

Dozens of your own,

Just as they “inspired” you

But keep in mind:

We are not seen

As your kind are,

Which may seem like a


But we’re content

Passing secret messages,

Hiding in plain sight,

And someday

We’ll be seen for us

Which is more than

Any one of you

Can say.

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